Feasting On The Blood Of The Insane Novels & Stories

she cursed out loud, forgetting for a moment where she was. "Blood." Her abductor growled, a deep sound that sent shivers down her spine causing her to feel dread. "I hate the sight of blood." Hers was a rich red and thick blood that smelled nice and caused his nose to pucker. He tried so hard to contain his fangs but couldn't. They bared themselves out in agitation and he turned away immediately. It's been so long since he had any contact with human blood. The beastly side of him had become excited when they perceived the richness of her blood and had reared up its ugly head.

if one could describe a large pile of minced meat mixed with broken limbs and organs while the only things that are mostly intact were hundreds of severed heads, each of them having a mad smile on them. The current situation is like the mind of each cultivator descends into madness and then they fight at each other before their body crumbles because that mince meat was so finely grain like a grain of dust and ash but instead of the normal dust it consists of fine dust of meat and organs piling up atop sea of blood formed from hundreds of people.

said Noah. "I'm not insane. Don't you ever felt the urge to see blood for your own pleasures? Don't you ever felt contented and extremely high when you see blood? Don't you ever felt that you'll go insane if you aren't able to see blood? That's what I feel. That's how twisted I am. I'm willing to kill just so I can see blood. I'm willing to do anything to satisfy my bloodlust to the point that I'm willing to get wounded just so I can satisfy my bloodlust," Akisha said like a mad woman.

I want to finish my dinner, and it spoils my appetite… "Nonsense! "Born in the light" is your disease! They do not exist, because on the surface of the earth it is impossible to survive! – denied one more person in the dining room from the tribe of "Born in darkness". "Have you forgotten that there are only sandstorms?" There is no life, there is only death… "Exactly! trust agreed with his subject, and everyone in the dining-room took notice of him and rose from their chairs. – Put Bromide into the room for the mentally ill! Let a psychiatrist deal with him…

Before they could enter, they heard an ear piercing scream from behind them. "Make it stop! Make it stop!!!! It hurts what is this! My skin is itching so bad!" They saw a man scratching his skin harshly until it began to redden and then slowly showing blood on it. Some of the females that was with them was horrified by the scene. They tried to stop that person who kept on scratching his skin. But they failed to do so, it destroyed his skin and even his face looking like a perfect monster. They thought that this man has gone crazy because who would scratch their skin that bad? Are they nuts?

Alessandro's Pov: I barged into the house, gripping the stair railing like it was the only thing keeping me tethered to my sanity. The stench of her blood still lingered in the air, invading my senses like a poison. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to push it away, trying to regain some semblance of control. My vision flickered red, the hunger clawing at me like an animal, demanding satisfaction. Stumbling into the kitchen, I yanked open the fridge, ripping open a blood bag, and shoved it to my mouth like it was the only thing keeping me from losing myself completely. I leaned back against the counter, savoring the cool relief as it flowed through me.

I was powerless to stop it, going under I had no idea what was happening anymore. My mind was focused on the stench of violence, the exploding flesh and scent of blood strangely appealing. I wanted to go to it but I couldn’t feel my body well enough to move it to do what I wanted. “What’s wrong with her?” The man holding me queried frantically but I didn’t know. Were those rabid growls coming from my mouth? Or Graeme’s? “Shit! Alpha, we’re losing her! She’s turning!” I heard a moment before my mind blanked.

* Betsy could no longer hold back her anger. Valerie clutched at her cheek in shock. I sneered. “Mom only has one son and he’s married to me. What makes you think he’ll just give an apartment away to you? “Do your fans know how shameless you really are behind the scenes, Valerie?” Valerie was furious and looked ready to fight. Betsy and I struggled with her, but in the chaos, I lost my balance and toppled backward, tumbling over the railing! “Naomi!”

His eyes, wild and feral, narrowed as they focused on the elusive prey that dared to defy him. As the wolf ventured deeper into the heart of the forest, his primal instincts melded with his deranged obsession. A maddening storm brewed within him, a tempest of unbridled fury and bloodlust. His fury drove him to the edge of madness, blurring the line between predator and monstrosity. The forest became his hunting ground, a twisted theater of his vengeance.

They are full of energy, and I want sex as bad as I want. Who do you think he is? Tonight, Daniela and I are going to party like never before. We will get drunk on the wine of the people at the party. We are going to feed him a lot of alcohol, which will make the blood so much more potent to us. It is not only the alcohol but also the adrenaline that flows through their veins that makes us high. I know there is, and my sons do not understand that, but they are stupid. If only they knew how tasty the blood is when they are pumped full of adrenaline because of the fear that people feel when you start ripping them apart. Sometimes, I wish Darius would join me. However, I know that he will never